Mistaken for a Priest (one on one idea)

She listened to him, being a little startled when she felt a pressure on her lower waist and jumping back a little. "Okay. I get the fact that you cannot help being aroused, but what has you aroused? The only thing happening was talking." Glancing downwards, one hand strayed to the length, running her fingers down as far as she could go due to the mesh, before moving back up to the head, passing one thumb over his slit. She wasn't exactly sure if this was allowed, but technically, this did not break his vow of celibacy. She was sure of that fact, if nothing else.
 
Richard shuddered slightly, moaning softly as her hand traveled over his length. The fur was a little surprising, but he immediately realized she must have been a furry. "The way you talk. The way you describe your sins. Your voice itself."
 
Hearing him moan, she was a emboldened, realising her fur didn't bother him that much. She was sometimes self concious about that. "I thought I talked normally. And this kind of is not helping my sins" she giggled softly, stroking the underside, following a protruding vein delicately. She had never thought of her voice as anything special.
 
Richard shivered again, moaning louder. His length throbbed and pulsed under her fingers. He twitched in her hand, and his voice was throaty and deep. "Please. I need...." His voice trailed off, as he wasn't sure what specifically he needed.
 
Rachel made her hand into a sort of circle shape, encircling his length and moving quickly forwards and back, increasing pressure near his base. "What does the 'priest' need?" she laughed, again doubting whether he really was a priest after all. She doubted, even if this did not break a celibacy vow, a real priest would allow this to happen.
 
Richard moaned again, and then raised an eyebrow, noting a change in her voice. He tilted his head for a moment, thinking, then spoke again. "We're going to leave the church, and go some place more private. But first, you have something in your hand that you'd like to taste, don't you?"
 
"Private sounds nice. And, why, indeed I do" she murmured in what was a seductive, husky tone of voice, kneeling down in front of his length. Placing a delicate kiss on his head, she softly licked around the top, before taking his head in her mouth, swirling her tongue over the skin, playing underneath with her fingers.
 
Her lips felt as good as Richard thought they would. So did her tongue, which elicited a moan as it encircled his length and slowly slid up and down it. He shivered, and moaned again, letting her work. "Oh yeah...that's good."
 
She was spurred on by his small sound of pleasure. Pushing forwards, she took all of him, or all that was through the wire mesh, into her mouth, ignoring her gag reflexes. Drawing back up, she lightly grazed her teeth on the bottom and top of his length, ending at the head once again.
 
The feel of the teeth, which he now knew were those of a bunnygirl, elicited another moan from him. He wasn't very surprised at the deepthroating skill of the young woman, but he was definitely enjoying it. His length twitched under her tongue, throbbing as she took it in and let it slide back out.
 
She could feel him throbbing in her mouth, and this caused her to laugh, sending vibrations down his length along with cool air. Bobbing fully down him a few times, she stopped, running her tongue over the slit before pulling away, merely running her hand along his unserside. "To be continued I think..." she giggled, wanting to see exactly who was behind the wire mesh.
 
Richard raised an eyebrow at that, then grinned. This might have been worthwhile after all. He pulled himself out of the hole in the wire mesh, and pulled his boxers and pants back up. Then he cleared his throat. "Before we leave, I have a confession of my own. I actually came in here for my own confession, and was waiting on the priest. Still want to go somewhere more private?"
 
"Few things. One, I think I've figured out you weren't a priest by now. Two, I do if you are willing to be my 'substitute as you said. Yeah, that's pretty much it" she chuckled, stepping out of the confession box and walking over to the church entrance to wait. Straightening her clothes, she leaned against the stone; she had come in for a confession and ended up doing something quite different indeed.
 
Richard grinned sheepishly. Then he opened the door to the confessional, adjusting his clothes again. He walked towards the entrance to the cathedral, humming softly. When he finally saw her face, he smiled, and held out his hand. "Well aren't you a sexy little bunny."
 
Now that she saw him properly, and he her, she felt a little concious, but soon pushed that thought away. Grinnign at his comment, she took his hand. "I hope you know somewhere we can go" she shrugged, a little sheepish herself.
 
Richard smiled, and nodded. "I have someplace in mind. But would you like to get something to eat first?" He gave her hand a gentle squeeze, and started walking out of the church. "If you want, we can swing by a restaurant on the way back to my place."
 
Rachele smiled, a little weakly, squeezing his hand back before nodding herself. "Sure, that sounds good. What place did you have in mind?" she asked, following his footsteps as he walked down the pavement, presumably heading for the restuarant; she wasn't sure.
 
Richard led her back to an old black car. He opened the passenger door for her, and smiled. "Depends. Are you a vegetarian, or do you like meat? If you like meat, I know a few great burger places, some good pizza parlors. I even know a good Chinese place nearby."
 
Sliding into the seat, she waited until he too had gotten into the car before answering. "I'm not a vegetarian, but I don't like that many types of meat. The pizza parlour sounds good, because it will have other toppings" she said shyly, fiddling with her thumbs in her lap. She would eat meat, it just wasn't her favourite thing in the world
 
Richard closed the door for her, and then went back around to the driver's seat. He climbed into the car, put on his seatbelt, and smiled, listening to her words. He nodded, and started the engine, driving to the pizza parlor. "I'm Richard, by the way."
 
She had forgotten to put on her own seatbelt, but quickly reticified that, clipping in into place with a small metallic clang. "Rachel. Nice to meet you Richard. What exactly were you pretending to be a priest for?" she asked curiously after introducing herself.
 
Richard grinned sheepishly again. "You kind of caught me offguard. I wasn't pretending to be a priest, at least, not at first. But I didn't know what else to do, since I was there for...well, maybe not the exact same reason you were, but at least the same task."
 
"Ah. Sorry about that. I doubt you were anyway; how mnay people go up to a priest and start talking to him about their over active sex lives?" she laughed, a little ashamed of herself. A priest wouldn't actually know anything about her problems, all things considered.
 
Richard grinned at that, and couldn't resist what slipped out. "Especially a Catholic priest. But yeah, all things considered, I'm glad to be able to try to help you out." He pulled into a parking lot, and smiled. "Should we go in and get the pizza, or get carry out?"
 
"I can bet you are" she murmured with a feral grin, befor epondering the question. "Carry out if thats okay with you." Despite all her inhibitions, she didn't feel comfortable having people watch her eat. It wasn't what she was or that she ate weirdly; she just felt everyone was watching her.
 
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